What if Freedom wasn’t “FREE”. What if what you knew was not true? If everything and everyone just told you exactly what they assumed to be true. Do we become conditioned to believe; Or conditioned to receive what people want us to hear? Or do we see what people want us to see? Freedom or bondage, slavery is abolished. The principle behind is what remains the same, all of a sudden I can’t stay the same. I am lost and then I am found I am confused yet profound. In the simplest of manners I am still searching now. Jesus, The Light, The answer is in my sight. In these dreams that I dream, in these visions that I see. The cross is the cost to live as I’m lost. We live in such a way that will determine that day, the day we are judged when we sit at the Heavenly throne just us and him sitting all alone. The pearly white gates for eternity awaits, death is not the escape. The conduct the manner in which we all have at stake. For death is not the end of the pain that is within. Death that piece that old friend I pretend. What I am saying is this that the manner we exist, is the manner we resist. To eternity and beyond it will just keep going along. To die in your sins, resisting like this just submit and have bliss Oh eternity of bliss. Eternity will exist in the choices you’ve made right here in today. Die in a way that will define a new way. For when eternity is played, it’s played the way that you pray show me Father today to submit to your ways. For eternity is for certain and here comes the curtain. Falling from above the song the title above.

Lord, please allow for me to walk in your grace to see your face through each situation and trial that I encounter that I trust in you that I walk in your perfect image to honor my Father in Heaven. Praise your name Lord, for you are good. -Amen

Ecclesiastes 3: A right time for birth and another for death,
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace.

Branson James(The last Branson James writing)- The season for Branson James has come and gone.

(-Brandon Lien- )